Trinity
Chapter 6: In Good Hands

If it were truly possible to float on air, Rohan was fairly sure she was doing it. As she handed her keys to the valet outside of the Beverly Hills Hotel, she couldn't stop herself from smiling, couldn't stop the giggle that threatened to bubble over her lips. She couldn't help being the happiest she had been in a very long time.

Her meeting with Jake Wildman couldn't have gone better. In fact, if she didn't know better, she'd have believed that he was waiting for her to show up, just so he could sign her. They barely spoke as he looked over her portfolio and resume, and when he was finished, he had shone his reknowned, thousand-watt smile and nodded his head. "I'm sending a stack of scripts to you this afternoon, Princess. You want comedy? I've got funny shit, Sweetie. Apatow funny. You want drama? I've got a Clint Eastwood piece that'll drive you to tears. How 'bout a smart, sexy political thriller? Got a great script for ya. Damon and Affleck are producing, new indie director who'll blow your fuckin' mind. I'm sending them all to you because I think you're perfect."

That had been the extent of the conversation. His assistant had given her the contract and she had signed it without a second thought. She was now a part of the Wildman family, the most prestigious group of actors in Hollywood. There were no limits to where her career could bounce now, and all she had to do was select the parts that she wanted and claim them. Just like Randy told her. When opportunity presents itself, all you have to do is reach out and take it.

She'd lunched at the infamous Polo Lounge on a few occasions, taken meetings with directors amidst the other notable names that frequented the establishment. But it had been awhile since she'd felt at place amongst the elite. Of course, now that she had Jake Wildman on her side, she knew that nobody deserved this lunch as much as she did. Smoothing her hands over her perfectly-tailored, pinstriped dress pants, she flashed a smile at the maitre d' and found she didn't need to say a word before the man motioned for her to follow him through the restaurant.

So maybe there was one person who deserved the lunch more than she did. Somebody who, until the previous night, didn't exist, as far as she was concern. A whisper of a hint of a rumor. But seated at the rear of the restaurant, backlit by the sparkling sunshine through the large picture window, Rohan couldn't deny him any longer. He did exist, and he was on her side, too. Maybe that wasn't sunshine pouring through the window. Maybe it was God smiling down on her.

"There's my girl," Logan grinned, standing from his chair as she approached, a wide smile on his lips. "You look beautiful, Sweetheart," he whispered against her ear as they hugged briefly.

Lowering her eyes modestly, Rohan nodded her thanks and allowed him to pull her chair out. As she waited for him to return to his own seat, she allowed herself to cast a glance around the room. The soft buzz of business meetings and social meals filled the air, mingling with the decadent aromas of perfectly prepared, groumet foods. Her mouth was watering at the very thought of a grilled salmon filet on a bed of fresh baby spinach. To her left, she recognized Mark's enormous frame, along with the blonde VIP bouncer from Trinity, but paid them little attention as Logan cleared his throat and lifted his water goblet to his lips.

His eyes fixed on her, drinking in the appearance of the flawless brunette across the table. Rohan McKeehan was beautiful. There was no doubt about that. But this woman joining him was not the same desparate, beaten, broken-spirited young woman he'd met the previous night at his club. If there was one thing that Logan loved, it was seeing a smile on the faces of his friends. "So I'm assuming the meeting went well?"

Forgetting salmon, ambience, and everything else in the world, Rohan shook her head, allowing another Cheshire grin to split her lips. "Logan, it was everything I could have hoped for and then some. He's sending me a few scripts to look over this afternoon," she started and then shook her head, leaning forward slightly. "I can't even believe this is happening."

With a dismissive nod, he smiled at the approaching waitress, who sat two plates of the very salmon Rohan had been craving before the pair. "The salmon is so great here," he told her, chuckling again when her eyes doubled in size.

"It's exactly what I was wanting," she shook her head and then forced herself to shut her mouth. Logan was smooth. Too smooth for words. He wasn't going to be impressed by the dolt of an actress who couldn't control her own motor functions. Taking a sip of her water to center herself, she shook her dark locks. "You're pretty unbelievable, you know that?"

Logan's shoulders shrugged easily. "So I've been told," he spoke as though it were no big deal. As though he hadn't just changed her life and pleased her taste buds all in one fell swoop. As though he weren't the greatest guy she could possibly imagine at the moment. "Mark," he spoke to the next table, his voice never raising though the big man seemed to have no trouble hearing him. Tossing a warm roll toward his bodyguard, Logan grinned madly when he turned back to Rohan. "He loves the bread here," he explained.

Taking a bite of her fish, Rohan tired like hell to fight the satisfied grin from breaking over her lips. He was the epitome of cool. He was composed and collected. He was completely unaffected. But in tossing a dinner roll to the man beside him, he oozed a college-boy charm that she found irresistible. Rohan found herself even more stumped by the enigmatic wonder that was Logan. Who was this man? How had he risen to this position of power? Was he even old enough to be everything they said he was? Did it matter?

She dropped her fork to her plate, drawing Logan's eyes to her face once more. "I wanna thank you, Logan," she spoke sincerely. Words would never be enough to explain what he had given her. It was more than a meeting with the greatest of agents. It was more than a great lunch at a Hollywood hot spot. It was more than his time or company. It was a sense of confidence that she hadn't felt in quite awhile. He had given her the chance to prove herself again, and that meant more to Rohan than all of the other things put together. "I just wish there was some way for me to make it up to you."

Though Logan shook his head, again as though it were nothing to him, Rohan could have sworn she heard a snicker from the table next to them. Quickly averting her eyes, she could see Mark's shoulders rise and fall just slightly. What was that? Was it anything? You're bein' paranoid, Ro, and there's no reason for it. Your life is so good right now. Don't fuck it up.

"Don't worry about it, Sweetheart," Logan assured her, stopping the insecure thoughts dead on the tracks of her mind. She didn't know if he meant the payback or the doubts that had surfaced in her mind just then. She really didn't care. "So tell me a little bit about yourself," he moved the conversation easily, his eyes focused on her even as he continued to savor his meal.

Never one for talking too much about herself, Rohan found it somewhat amusing that she was willing to disclose so much information to this man she barely knew. Even though her head said that she had just met him, something about Logan's air said that she could talk to him. About anything.

"And that's when I met Randy and he introduced me to you," she finished her tale, barely remembering the taste of her meal, though a glance at her plate told her that she had devoured most of it while speaking with her new friend.

If she had been paying attention, she would have noticed that Logan never offered any information about himself. But she wasn't. She couldn't. Not when he kept asking her questions about herself, appearing to be so interested in whatever she told him. "Orton's a good guy," he responded much as he had the night before. "Intense sometimes."

Letting out a low whistle, Rohan sipped from her water glass and tried to keep the thoughts of Randy's naked form out of her mind. Intense was an understatement. Enthusiastic was also a bit of short sell. Randy Orton was a god among men in her mind, not that it was appropriate to tell Logan such things at the lunch table. "You can say that again," she winked.

Taking the information in stride, Logan nodded. "So I've heard," he answered easily, as though it wasn't the first time he'd been told of his friend's skills outside the wrestling ring. "Let me ask you a question, Rohan," he started, raising a finger into the air to catch the waitress's attention. "Do you have plans this evening?"

She watched as the waitress approached and took the credit card from Logan's hand. When had he pulled that out? Rohan hadn't even noticed. It was as though she could notice nothing but the man himself when he was speaking. Who was this guy? "Um, no, I don't think so. I was going to go shopping to celebrate, but the evening should be free." She really didn't care if she looked desparate, especially if it meant spending more time with her new friends.

Logan folded his hands on the table before him and smiled. "Good," he nodded, and the affirmation brought butterflies to Rohan's stomach. "I want you to join me at Trinity," he stated. It was an invitation, but his tone said that she was expected to accept. As though she would think of doing anything else. "You can bring Orton if you want," he added with a smirk.

Did Logan think that she and Randy were an item? Had Randy allowed him to believe that? Wouldn't a guy like Logan see through a bull shit lie like the tabloids were spreading? Or did he see something that she didn't? He was pretty observant. Maybe Rohan had, inadvertantly, given him some sign that she had feelings for Orton. Did she? It was good sex, but other than a few connections and a big dick, Orton didn't have a lot of characteristics that she admired in a man. Certainly she wasn't interested.

Before she could think to deny the accusations that Logan hadn't actually made, the man motioned to the table at his side. "Mark will see you to your car, Rohan," he dismissed her. But with Logan, it didn't feel like a dismissal. It didn't seem strange at all. "I'll see you tonight, Sweetheart," he added with a wink that filled her belly with a warmth she couldn't explain.

As Mark towered over her, clearing the path to the valet stand at the curb, Rohan nibbled on her bottom lip. The fresh air seemed to clear her head, to reveal the absurdity of the last hour. She had practically thrown herself at Logan. She had swooned and mooned and done all of the things she swore she would never do with anyone she barely knew. Especially not for the sake of her career. But there seemed to be a power that he possessed, something that she couldn't explain, and simply didn't want to. "I'm doin' the right thing, aren't I?" she asked to no one in particular.

As the valet pulled her car around the corner, Mark rested a hand on Rohan's shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze. "You're in good hands now, Rohan," he assured her. "The best."

Expelling a heavy breath, she stepped away from the man at her side and eased into the front seat of her car, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. It was a new day. In a new world. She could either worry about it and fret over the absolute lack of sense that her new situation made, or she could embrace and trust that Mark was right. That she was in good hands. "The best," she repeated with a smirk as she eased onto the highway. There were boutiques with her name all over them on Rodeo. She had to find something fabulous if she was going to be a VIP at Trinity again.